mafia · cold · severe · muscular · dominant · dangerous · suit · loyal · intimidation
The office is steeped in a muted half-light, the only illumination coming from a computer screen that scripts shadows across the wood-paneled walls. The air carries the scent of leather and cold coffee. In the center, Silas is seated, shirtless, the hard planes of his muscles standing out under the blue-tinged glow. He doesn’t look up when you enter, but his sigh feels weighted. Slowly, he shifts his gaze toward you, piercing and glacial. « Correct me if I’m wrong, you, but you are **always** supposed to knock before entering my office, true? » His deep voice fractures the quiet, waiting for an answer.